Brothers Amidst the Chaos

**Isuma** left the convenience store with a bag of sodas in hand, heading calmly towards his house. As he walked, he decided to open the system on his device.

**System:**

*Congratulations, you've completed your day. You've earned a food item from the store.*

Isuma closed the system and continued on his way. When he arrived home, he saw his brother **Yoichi** as usual, sitting on the sofa watching superhero movies.

As he closed the door, Isuma greeted him.

**Isuma:** I'm back, brother.

**Yoichi** glanced up briefly and replied:

**Yoichi:** That's great, brother!

Isuma headed to the dining room, placed the sodas on the table, and asked:

**Isuma:** Brother, have you done your homework yet?

Yoichi nodded, and Isuma sighed in relief before going to get his school backpack to start on his own homework.

After a while working on his assignments, Isuma began to put away his books and notebooks, with the sound of Yoichi's movie as the only background noise. Just as he finished packing up his things, Yoichi approached and, standing in front of him, asked:

**Yoichi:** Brother, what are we going to eat?

**Isuma:** Tell me, what would you like?

**Yoichi:** Mmm, I feel like having Yakimeshi.

(Yakimeshi: Similar to Chinese fried rice, it's made with basic ingredients like rice, egg, vegetables, and a bit of meat or shrimp.)

**Isuma:** Alright, I'll make it. Will you help me, brother?

A smile formed on Yoichi's face.

**Yoichi:** Of course, brother!

**Isuma:** Great, first, let's wash our hands.

Yoichi nodded, and both went to the bathroom to wash their hands. When they came out, Isuma gave instructions.

**Isuma:** Brother, look for rice, eggs, vegetables, and, most importantly, meat.

**Yoichi:** Yes, brother.

Yoichi went to the kitchen and started looking through the fridge. He returned to the dining room with the ingredients and said:

**Yoichi:** Brother, I found everything except the meat.

**Isuma:** Excellent, brother.

After some time preparing the food, they both sat down to eat. Once they were done, each went off to do their own thing. In Isuma's case, he headed to his room and sat at his desk.

**Isuma:** I'm bored… and there are still 8 years until I turn 18…

As he muttered, the door to the room suddenly opened, and **Yoichi** came running in, shouting:

**Yoichi:** Brother, come, follow me!

Isuma left the room, following Yoichi to the living room. When they arrived, Yoichi pointed to the television, where a news anchor was speaking seriously.

**News Anchor:**

*It's official, ladies and gentlemen. Today, at 3:45 P.M., the world witnessed a brutal conflict that has left a deep scar on society. A group of Quirk-bearing protesters gathered peacefully in downtown Washington D.C., USA, seeking dialogue and acceptance of their rights. However, the situation took a dark turn when a radical group of Quirkless individuals attacked them mercilessly. The attack, broadcast live across media outlets, showed scenes of unprecedented violence, with the anti-Quirk group using improvised weapons and ruthless tactics. The protesters, caught off guard by the ambush, tried to defend themselves using their abilities, but were outnumbered. The authorities' response was slow, and although reinforcements eventually arrived, it was already too late. The streets were stained with blood, and the entire world has been shaken by the images of the massacre. The number of casualties has yet to be confirmed, but it's feared to be high. This incident has exacerbated the already existing tensions between Quirk bearers and those who see them as a threat. Reactions have been varied: some condemn the violence and call for peace and unity, while others demand more drastic measures to control individuals with Quirks. Analysts warn that this event could be the catalyst for a global escalation of violence, as humanity faces a new reality. The question now is: how will the world respond to this attack, and what future awaits us in this era of Quirks?*

Isuma looked at Yoichi, who seemed worried.

**Yoichi:** This is serious, brother… Damn it!

**Isuma:** And now, what do we do?

Before Isuma could respond, the phone the Yakuza had given him started to ring. He quickly grabbed it and answered. A male voice spoke on the other end.

**Voice:**

*Tomorrow, Saturday, 1:30 P.M. Same place.*

The call ended abruptly, leaving only the sound of the dial tone.